Verse 1 - PSALM:

I open all my apps up
And close em even quicker
They tryna build a clubhouse
And lying on they fixtures
Fuck It I’m a millionaire mindset kinda nigga
Please pay me five figures
Put a check by my picture

I could show you the way {ooh}
I could show you the way … do this

Open yo eyes,
Get on yo knees, pray
Devilish these days
They hating on me?
Consider the source, bae
They prolly condone rape
That’s why I ,
Center myself be feeling myself
Before I get up on the timeline
I Promise you this
It hit you like bricks
Before you connect to the wifi

Downward, Dog
Power, Crawl
They cower, fall
And baby I love it all

You know I love a messy vixen
On my television
You know I’m doomscrollin bitches
That just want attention
I gotta keep it super funky
Won’t delete the mission
So I stay the fuck up in my “lame”
And don’t do clout-y friendships
I got them rowdy mentions
I love a blocking spree
My tongue a Glockenspiel
The realest niggas rock with me

Remained anonymous
But ain’t no nigga stopping me
My God and ancestors call the shots
And I’m the prophecy
Apocalyptic is a guarantee
You see how I can be
Them old sorry gatekeeper demons
Get to coppin pleas

I know …
But I ain’t come to hurt a soul
So these super soulless niggas in the cypher
Gotta go
But before I put this holster on my waist
and tackle day
I sit my fine ass down with gratitude on display
Aye

HOOK:

Downward, Dog
Power, Crawl
They Cower, Fall
And baby I love it all

Verse 2 - ANGEL:

I feel exhausted my body, mind, soul congested
I’m looking for purpose, scrolling online ain't gone give me answers
torn between caring for me now and for everyone else
My blessings seen to shine the brightest when I'm focused on self

I got that God protection, but I been focused on war,
Too many babies dying at borders, all broken and scorned,
Too many rapists walking free, too many rich people lying,
I wake up everyday with weight stacked from my ankles to eyelids

Let me put Nina on the TV, Feeling Good, just wanna feeling,
Want yoga on the beaches, I want sun and honest preachers,
Want edges til i’m 90, I want babies running round,
Want farm to table food for all the niggas in my town,

Prayers like 18 minutes long, you interrupt me and we fighting
Don’t play about my God, the dead, my sleep, peace or my silence.
An honor to wake up on days when just so many didn’t
So I’m grateful everyday even when Cobra Pose ain’t hitting

Got too much on the line, heard life ain’t meant to be easy
fuck that bullshit, I’m gone take my time and get what I'm needing
Sometimes I be peaceful, sometimes I'm a heathen
If tomorrow come, I’ll be on my knees right back in my feelings

HOOK:

Downward, Dog
Power, Crawl
They Cower, Fall
And baby I love it all